Page 30 of Mile High Coach

“So.” He punctuates the words with the flick of his tongue, and I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying out at the feeling of it—bent over his desk, bare to him, cool air rushing back in when he stands. “Wet. Are you wet for me, Lovie?”

“Yes.”

“Speak up,” he murmurs, curling his body around mine, and in the next second, his fingers slide into my hair at the base of my neck, tangling there and gripping, tugging slightly until my torso arches, my ass bouncing against his cock. Harrison kicks at my heels, and when I widen my stance, the tip of his cock slides against my clit, making a whine catch in the back of my throat for him.

“Yes,” I repeat, surprised at how much I like this—him being in control.

When was the last time I could trust someone else to be in charge?

“Say you want me to fuck you,” he says, dragging his cock over my ass, then against my thighs, teasing me.

“I…want you to fuck me.”

“That’s right,” he says, and when he notches at my entrance, it’s like the entire world tightens to that one point of contact, my lungs full of a held breath, the anticipation of him knowing when he slides inside me it’s going to be the kind of sweet, torturous stretch that I felt before.

At first, he goes mind-numbingly slow, pushing in at a pace that has my legs shaking with impatience. When I try to rock myhips back against him, take more, he anchors his hands on my love handles and presses me to the desk, holding me in place.

“So needy,” he murmurs, swiping his thumbs back and forth, sending shivers up my back. “You want more, baby?”

“Yes,” I say, turning my head sideways, speaking loudly enough for him to hear me but still being quiet enough that someone in the hallway wouldn’t hear. “Please.”

That seems to be enough for him, because he takes me the rest of the way in one quick thrust, a noise coming from his throat when he’s fully seated inside me.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands tightening on my hips.

And I know why. Because this feeling—the skin against skin of fucking without a condom—it’s something I’ve never felt before.

After that, everything blurs, the pleasure tightening and winding up inside me, Harrison matching each of my breaths with the drive of his hips, his cock burying so deeply inside me that I swear to God he must be hitting my G-spot.

My legs tremble, threatening to give out, but Harrison is gripping me tightly enough to hold me up on his own, his hips meeting mine faster and harder, like he can’t get as deep as he wants.

He’s a singular force, intent on burying himself inside me, and it’s sending me to the edge.

“Harrison,” I gasp, winding an arm under my stomach, reaching for my clit, only wanting one thing and not caring how the edge of the desk bites into my skin. “I’m going to?—”

The moment I touch my clit, I come apart, not even needing to apply any pressure. I feel my walls squeezing around him, and his cock jerks inside me.

“Lovie,” he says, voice impossibly low, “You want me to come inside you?”

I blink, eyes watering at the sensation, waves of pleasure still rocking through me with such force that it feels like I might be taken right out to sea.

“Lovie,” he demands, getting his hand on my hair again, and when he tugs, it sends me into a second wave of orgasming, so it’s hard for me to focus on what he’s saying. His voice comes out strained, like he’s barely holding himself back. “Tell me you want me to come inside you.”

“I want you…” I pause, letting out a noise between a laugh and a sob—I have never had an orgasm like this, so intense and all-encompassing. It’s enough that it scrambles my brain.

But I’m afraid that if I don’t say it, he’s going to pull out. And even more than the contract, even more than making a baby, losing contact with him right now would feel like the end of the world. So I say it.

“I want you to come inside me, Harrison.”

His entire body shudders, his cock moving with it, and with one final thrust, he goes still except for his hips, which continue to jerk against me.

When I feel it, I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever had a man come inside me without a condom.

Even when I had time for sex, it was always, always with a condom. I couldn’t risk a pregnancy throwing me off my game. Couldn’t risk anything, frankly.

But now…now he empties himself inside me, and I realize there’s something about it that feels even closer than what we did leading up to this moment. More than his hand on my back, or his fingers in my hair.

It’s him, fusing with me.

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